When am I allowed back home?
Across oceans
Across deserts
Moistened air, thickened fog
When will it end?
This chaotic function
Everything that surrounds us
Seems so precious
Causes that seem so little
Ground that always quakes
Rain water bringing joyful faces
Our present, our future, remains as is
Unsure of the next path
We continue on
Walking further and further
Away from what we once knew
